cyborgs steer and sail

yet without their broken winch

occasionally their minds click in

with helming wheel

that see ::: the water’s real

so their hearts think

yet occasionally there is a glitch

they wonder how far the lines connect

tethered to the main sign

a radio transmitter gives them a signal

of an incoming storm past

and a boat in a parallel realm

eyes drop in

to ocean’s reflection

discovering a boat mirrored